I miss the sound of your voice.

I've had Matt Nathanson's "Come On Get Higher" stuck in my head on repeat for the last two weeks.  It's a wonderful, wonderful thing. I LOVE that song! haha.

I have tried about 5 times to write a new blog on here, but each of them ended up somewhere I didn't want them to be. They didn't say what I wanted them to say. I hate that it's always that way. I can't ever say what I mean. I wish there was a way to capture incoherent thought and feelings and transplant it into someone else's head. It would make things easier. Maybe we would understand a each other a little more.

I was thinking this earlier while I set a record for most amount of time on the phone tonight, but I'm ok with it. :) I just wish that as always, I wasn't so awkward on the phone. Especially when I have to get off the phone. Thats the worst. Yish. Me and the forming of verbal words into coherent sentences = fail. 

These past couple days I've taken up reading again because its been so nice outside that all I want to do is lay on blankets and read. I've been alternating between Anthony Buzzard's The Doctrine of the Trinity (Christianity's Self-Inflicted Wound) and Love This, and Masquerade. The latter being a teen book about quasi-vampire manhattan elite teen socialite fallen angels. If you're thinking that list seems a tad incongruent, its only because it is. I guess I needed something to balance it out. 

I'm really tired all of a sudden, so I think I'm just going to write more on this tomorrow. Yes. Lovely.